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iii. hjs

Cold is what greets Hong Jisoo in the mornings.

His air-conditioner has been malfunctioning for a few months. If he turns the dial to a three, the motor revs it up to a five, he can't exactly find the happy middle on its settings, so he settles; and he freezes himself until he wakes up, the glass of his windows fogging up.

So, it's no mystery how and why he wakes up feeling like a defrosting piece of chicken... a slimy defrosting chicken.

Jesus, he feels like shit.

His limbs are trembling and his teeth are chattering against each other as he pulls his comforter closer to his body, he doesn't even have his eyes open yet, but the impending flu claws at his skin; making him sweat even though he's freezing.

"Since when did I go to America..." He mumbles, it's his habit, you see, talking nonsense when he just woke up, "...wait. I was born there." He groans, turning over to face the ceiling, and with a sniffle, he opens his eyes.

His doe eyes don't look doe-ey anymore, they're teary and sorta swollen, a result of the cold he managed to contract a few days prior. He feels so bad, he swears that he can even feel a pimple growing on his left cheek.

His health condition isn't exactly the most stellar thing at the moment.

He lets himself stare at the ceiling for a few seconds, sniffling all the while, then he decided that enough is enough.

Wrapped in a blanket, he walks towards his airconditioner and abruptly turns it off, effectively cutting off the draft of cold air. He lets his blanket drag across the floor as he walks back towards his bed where he throws himself with a massive thud.

He closed his eyes again, nuzzling his face into his pillow. He was this close to going back to sleep, when suddenly...

"Hyung!" The door of his room suddenly opens, the force making it hit the wall. Jisoo jumps.

"Soonyoung," Jisoo was seething, pressing the heels of his palms over his eyes, trying to stop the throbbing pain behind it, "where the fuck do you get this much energy in the mornings?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"That doesn't explain anything!" He throws his hands down on the bed, and his frustration must be evident with the rough scrape of his voice, but Soonyoung doesn't take notice.

"I'm a caffeine driven machine right now, hyung!" Soonyoung does spirit fingers, he actually just spirit fingered at Jisoo. "The lack of sleep doesn't influence my energy but the fluids flowing through my body does."

"Well, I," Jisoo says as he sits up, "feel like death."

Soonyoung starts to look sorry.

"So, why are you barging into my room at ass o'clock in the morning?"

"It's 10am, hy-"

"Doesn't matter, Soon!" Jisoo shouts.

Soonyoung flinches at the volume of Jisoo's voice, holding on to the doorknob a little tighter, and Jisoo sighs because he didn't mean to be an asshole this early in the morning.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Soonie. Just... ugh." Jisoo lays down on the bed again, now holding his head.

"Hyung," Soonyoung says tentatively, then adds, "are you okay?"

"What brought you here, Soonie?" He tries to avoid the question, because really, as obvious as it is that he isn't okay, he didn't want to admit it.

"Well..." Soonyoung starts to play with the rug below his feet, "since I couldn't sleep, I thought I'd just invite you for breakfast."

Jisoo starts to smile appreciately at his friend, and asks gleefully, "You made breakfast?"